Weasley Family

At first, Vaughan had actually considered becoming a proper rising star in Potions.

Unfortunately, there were simply too many big names in the field...

The standard healing potions Vaughan initially brewed, such as "Invigoration Potions" and "Blood-Replenishing Potions," simply could not compete with renowned potioneers. Not even potion shops were willing to stock his goods, let alone sell them.

Until one day, when he saw his mother washing Ginny's hair and complaining that it was getting thicker and thicker, forcing her to buy "Quick-Smoothing Hair Potion," inspiration suddenly burst forth, and his future seemed to open up before him—

Was there any money easier to make than women's and children's?

No!

The facts proved that witches were women too.

Their pursuit of beauty and fear of time made them far more willing to spend money than wizards!

Even though Vaughan had been only eight years old and completely unknown at the time, witches had still been willing to try the "Vaughan Beauty" products he developed. By now, they had grown into an entire product line in his hands.

Besides bringing him fame, they also earned him several hundred Galleons every month!

"Vaughan, sweetheart, are you done?"

A knock at the door interrupted Vaughan's thoughts.

He closed the system panel and began arranging bottles of beauty potion one by one inside an emptied crate. "I'm done, Mum. Did Madam Primpernelle's owl arrive?"

The attic door opened, and the plump Molly walked in. Affectionately stroking Vaughan's flaming red hair, she said, "The owl is waiting downstairs. Your father is feeding it treats, so there's no rush."

As she spoke, she took a money pouch from her robes and placed it on the workbench. "This is the money the owl brought. Keep it safe, Vaughan."

"Mum, you should keep this..."

"No!" Molly refused with a stern expression, then quickly softened and pulled Vaughan into her warm, broad embrace.

"My sweetheart, how can the family keep using your money? Your father and I have said it long ago—whether it's you, Bill, or Charlie, whatever you earn belongs to you. Besides, you've already given the family quite a lot before."

Ever since Vaughan had started earning money and wanted to use part of it to support the family, they had had this conversation more than once.

The outcome was always much the same. At Molly's insistence, Vaughan could only put the money pouch away.

It had to be said that whether in the novels from his previous life or through his own experience in this one, the Weasley Family might have been poor, but Arthur and Molly had never once failed as parents!

After Molly helped him pack up the crate and cast a spell to prevent the bottles inside from breaking, Vaughan picked it up and followed Molly downstairs.

On the ground floor, Arthur had already finished feeding the owl and was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.

"Morning, Dad!"

"Morning, Vaughan. Come over quickly—that little fellow is getting impatient."

"You know it's getting impatient, so why didn't you go upstairs and help Vaughan pack? Arthur Weasley, what do you do every morning besides read the newspaper? Poor little Vaughan works so hard. One batch of potions takes several days, and you've never helped him once as his father. You won't even do the housework..."

Amid Molly's furious roar, Arthur hurriedly ducked his head back behind the newspaper.

Thus, a new day began amid Molly's shouting and the strenuous flapping of the owl's wings as it lifted the crate!

It was a familiar daily scene.

Without changing expression, Vaughan went to wash up. As he passed the magically enchanted full-length mirror, it immediately began to tremble.

"Shut up! Don't say a word!" Vaughan pulled out his old wand and pointed it threateningly at the mirror!

The mirror instantly went still. Only after Vaughan had walked away did a faint, barely audible whisper drift out: "Sloppy..."

By the time he finished washing up, Molly had awakened everyone else as well. A freckle-faced boy was about to slip into the bathroom when he spotted Vaughan, and his expression stiffened slightly.

Vaughan smiled at him. "Morning, Ron!"

"..." Ron puffed out his cheeks and muttered vaguely, "Morning, Vaughan."

"Where are your manners? Call me big brother!"

Ron's face turned red as he mumbled, "You were only born five minutes before me..."

The smile on Vaughan's face grew even brighter. He still remembered the scene of their birth. Ron should have come out first, but Vaughan had felt terribly cramped at the time and could not help kicking him...

Just as the two were locked in a standoff, a pair of identical, energetic twins appeared behind Ron. They each slung an arm over one of his shoulders, like Aurors escorting a prisoner.

"Being born five minutes earlier still makes him older than you, right, George?"

"That's right, Fred. Just like how I'm only ten seconds older than you, yet you still have to call me big brother."

"George, you're still half asleep. I'm the one who's ten seconds older."

"I am!"

Ron was dizzy from their bickering and flew into a rage.

Fortunately, Ginny came running over at that moment and happily threw herself into Vaughan's arms. Ron muttered something under his breath, then seized the chance to lower his head and dash into the bathroom.

"Morning, Vaughan!"

"Morning, Ginny." Vaughan kissed his sister on the forehead.

Of everyone in the family, he was closest to Ginny. On one hand, by the time Ginny was born, he had already grown used to life after transmigrating and had begun accepting his new family from the bottom of his heart. On the other hand, the two of them looked the most alike and were the attractive representatives of the Weasley Family.

When they were little, Arthur and Molly had even joked that Vaughan and Ginny looked more like twins, while Vaughan and Ron—the actual twins—did not resemble each other at all.

The boisterous morning did not quiet down, even after breakfast was over.

But unlike usual, Arthur did not hurry off to work at the Ministry of Magic.

Percy, who normally returned to his room after eating and buried himself in his books, sat by the window, staring outside.

Fred and George, who were always mischievously running off to play, were also sitting obediently in the dining chairs today, waggling their eyebrows at Vaughan and occasionally teasing Ron.

And Ron, who would usually be driven mad by them and hide away in frustration, forced himself not to leave today as well.

The whole family was waiting, waiting for a letter from Hogwarts!

By the time the sunlight had crested the mountains and shone into The Burrow, they finally heard the sound of owl wings beating.

Molly, who had seemed calm all along but was actually distracted, hurriedly got up to open the window.

Arthur also put down his newspaper and brought out the owl treats he had not finished feeding them that morning.

Before long, an owl flew in and landed on the dining table.

Two letters were tied to its leg. The envelopes were made of thick parchment, and even before they were taken down, the striking wax seal on the front was clearly visible: a shield-shaped crest bearing an "H," surrounded by a lion, eagle, badger, and snake.

Molly excitedly removed the envelopes and glanced at the back. Unable to suppress her joy any longer, she exclaimed repeatedly, "Thank Merlin, they're Hogwarts acceptance letters! I've been worried since yesterday—what if they didn't arrive?"

Arthur, who had also half-risen but failed to beat Molly to them, tried his best to look indifferent. "You always worry over nothing. How could Vaughan possibly fail to get into Hogwarts?"

"I was worried about Ron! You have no idea how afraid I was that he wouldn't get a letter. This child has been like a stone since he was little—even his magical outbursts were pitifully weak..."

"Mom!"

Ron's face was already as red as his hair. He hurriedly snatched the letters away, tossed Vaughan's over to him, then clutched his own tightly and ran upstairs.

Vaughan watched it all with a grin. He did not mind, picking up his letter and turning it over.

[The Burrow, Dining Room, Mr. Vaughan Weasley]

At the same time, the system panel appeared before his eyes.

[Main Quest Activated]

[Main Quest ①: Join Hogwarts (Incomplete)]

[Reward: 1 Talent Point, 50 Magic Power Units]